Stuck In The Mid West

Judge Jeffrey banged his gavel down hard on the wooden bar top. "Silence in court," he yelled angrily, his face flushing red.

He leaned forward pointing his gavel at the defendant. "One more outburst like that Mr Lynn and I will hold you in contempt of court."

"But this is bullshit," Tom Lynn shouted back as he shook his head in dismay.

Judge Jeffrey banged his gavel again.

"I warned you Mr Lynn. You leave me no option but to find you in contempt of this court. The penalty is 30 days. Bailiff take him ..."

"What the fuck, you've got to be kidding me!" Tom yelled in dismay.

"Sixty days, Mr Lynn," the judge yelled back at him.

"You can't be serious, this is a joke." Tom replied angrily.

"Ninety days, Mr Lynn. And I assure you this is no joke. We take our law very seriously here in Deerfield County. Do you want to continue because I can keep increasing your sentence if you so wish."

Emma Lynn looked on horrified. This couldn't be happening, it was a nightmare ...

* * * * * * * *

Five days previously ...

"Come on Emma it's time to go, are you still not ready yet?" Tom Lynn yelled out from the bottom of the stairs. He was exasperated by his new wife. Young and beautiful she may be but her one flaw was that she had absolutely no concept of time. But he loved her dearly despite her apparent tardiness.

Up in their bedroom Emma heard Tom shouting to her. "Nearly," she called back, a wide smile on her face.

She was so excited. They were about to embark on a long held dream of theirs. It was something they'd discussed many times during the long, cold winter nights when they'd cuddled together in front of a blazing fire. The nights that always seemed to end up with them making love on the rug as the logs on the fire crackled and spit in the grate.

They had met just under two years ago, set up on a blind date by mutual friends. It had been an instant attraction. Tom at twenty eight years of age was five years older than Emma and was relatively good looking - a trifle nerdy perhaps but in a good way - and was witty, charming and friendly.

As she thought back to that first time she caught a glimpse of herself in the wardrobe mirror.

She was a striking looking twenty three year old woman. Not classically beautiful; she felt she had too many imperfections for that; she was still stunning especially with her make up on. Her long red hair cascaded in waves down past her shoulders to frame her delicate oval shaped and lightly freckled face.

Her perceived imperfections were her high cheekbones and what she thought was a slightly crooked nose. Of course they weren't. Those imperfections only added to her beauty, a look that was completed by twinkling green eyes and pouty red lips, which always seemed to be parted and which made men just want to kiss them.

Of medium height; she measured 5'6 in her stocking feet; her slim, toned body had all the right curves in all the right places, especially her ass which was full and round and just begged to be groped when clad in tight jeans. But it was her breasts that were the best thing about her body. They were exquisite. A perfect shape and size they seemed to point away from each other just enough to still give her an impressive cleavage. A nice full 34D size was just right for her body to carry although they did look bigger than that due to her slender build and flat stomach.

A final look inside the wardrobe confirmed she had packed everything she needed. She slid the door shut and turned to fasten her suitcase.

"You know, most people would have packed the night before."

She looked up to see Tom stood in the doorway, a broad smile on his face.

"Well I'm not like most people," she pouted in reply as she heaved the bag off the bed. It thumped to the floor with a dull thud.

"Well you got that right and just what have you got in here?" a bemused Tom asked as he walked over and picked up the case.

"Things I need, you know lingerie and stuff," she teased, tilting her head in a coquettish manner.

Tom laughed as he struggled out the door. "Come on then, let's get a move on."

With a final glance round the room, Emma followed him out. They were embarking on a delayed honeymoon, having married two months previously. It had been purposely delayed as Tom had needed to finish up some exams relating to his work. These had cropped up after their final wedding plans had been drawn up and just couldn't be altered. So they had taken the decision to forego the honeymoon until now, both hoping that the expectation would be greater and the experience all the better.

And not for them was it to be the customary two to three weeks on a Caribbean island. No, they had planned a three week road trip exploring middle America, especially wanting to visit all the places that were off the usual tourist trails.

* * * * *

They were five days into their trip when they pulled off the main Interstate. As they cruised down the arrow straight but hugely undulating rural road they passed a sign.

"Welcome to Deerfield County, please drive safely," Emma read out loud as they flashed by a sign on the side of the road. Today they were on their way to a little known museum, which purported to contain artifacts from the old wild west. The old guy at the motel where they'd stayed the previous night had recommended it to them.

"You must see it, you have to go," he had croaked. Emma thought he must have been at least a hundred years old. As they had nothing better to do and they were after all trying to find the 'real' middle America they decided to go take look.

"Town up ahead," Tom said as he eased his foot off the gas. They drove slowly into town.

"Welcome to the town of Deerfield, Home of the Deerfield Raiders." Emma read out loud from another roadside sign.

"Must be the high school football team," Tom said with a smile.

"Yeah," Emma replied as she looked out of her window, "it's awfully quiet, isn't it? I don't see anyone around and there's no traffic either."

Tom looked from side to side. "You're right, how bizarre."

He cruised around a bend in the road. "Ah there you are, there's your traffic" he said, nodding his head towards a yellow school bus that was parked up ahead of them, it's rear red lights flashing.

Tom came to a stop behind it. He looked around. "Where's is everybody, I can't see a soul."

Emma shifted around in her seat. "Nope, I can't see anyone either."

* * *

From his slightly elevated vantage point in the motel parking lot about a hundred yards away Sheriff Harlan Stone sat in his police cruiser, watching.

He'd seen them roll into town and he knew they weren't locals by the licence plates on the car. That and the make and model. He knew every vehicle in Deerfield.

He moved uncomfortably in his seat, trying to shift the weight off his bad hip. He didn't consider himself obese but he knew he was definitely overweight. Thirty four years a police officer with the last twenty three years as Sheriff with all the free donuts he could eat had long ago put paid to his once toned, muscular body.

* * *

Tom drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his impatience growing by the second. "This is ridiculous, why park a bus there? And why are it's lights flashing at this time of day? There's no-one around and I can't even see a school, can you?"

Emma craned her neck round. "Nope, I can't see anything, maybe I should get out and see if there's a driver inside, what do you think?"

"No, fuck it, I'm going around, this is just plain stupid," Tom said as he put the car into drive and slowly eased around the bus before accelerating away.

"Don't think you should have done that Tom," Emma said, not realizing just how prophetic her words were about to come.

* * *

Sheriff Harlan Stone grunted as he watched Tom's car pull around the bus. He started his engine, switched on his flashing lights and pulled out after Tom giving him a blast of his siren.

* * *

"Shit! Shit ... shit ... shit!" Tom was angry as he saw the police cruiser pull out of the motel parking lot and ease up to his rear bumper.

"Oh god," Emma groaned, "now you've gone and done it."

Tom pulled to the side of the road and killed the engine. He shook his head. "I don't believe it, I just don't believe it."

Sheriff Stone parked up a short distance back of Tom's car and slowly opened his door before struggling to get out. Adjusting his gun belt he walked up to the driver's side window. Tom lowered it. "Hi officer, erm, what seems to be the problem."

Harlan smiled. "No problem sir but did you not see the school bus back there? I believe it had it's warning lights flashing. I don't know about where you live but here in Deerfield County when you see a school bus with flashing lights you stop behind it until the lights are switched off."

He paused to absorb the look of incredulity on Tom's face. He never tired of that look.

"So perhaps you could tell me why you ignored them?" he said, smiling benignly again.

"Look officer, I saw them flashing and of course I stopped; like anyone would but I couldn't see a soul and decided, after waiting a while, that no-one was using the bus so I drove around it. That's all." Tom thought his explanation was perfectly feasible.

Harlan smiled once more. "I see ... mmmm ... so you admit you broke the law then?"

"No, not at all ... well ... I ... yes ... I suppose ... but no I didn't do it intentionally." Tom was starting to get worried at the direction the conversation was taking.

"Okay sir, I'm going to have to take you in, so if you'd just step out of the vehicle please."

"What?" Tom was shocked. "Are you arresting me?"

"Well yes sir, I am." Harlan was no longer smiling. "So if you would kindly vacate the vehicle."

"Officer, surely you can't arrest my husband for that?" Emma said, not able to keep herself from interrupting.

Harlan leaned down to look inside the car. He couldn't see her face just her upper body and her legs. He crouched a bit lower. She sounded distraught. Perfect.

"Sheriff, ma'am ... Sheriff Harlan Stone." He looked over to Emma who had turned and leaned across her husband towards him. From his position he now had the perfect view down the front of her white blouse. He could clearly see the button of her blouse that was across her bra was straining to keep fastened. He could see the exposed milky white flesh of her breasts with a slight smattering of freckles. She had nice tits and a pretty damn good cleavage he thought.

Harlan stood upright. He was all business. "Please get out of the car sir and keep your hands where I can see them."

Tom reluctantly and slowly slid out of the car. Harlan grabbed his arms and forcefully turned him around to bend him down across the hood, pulling his hands behind his back. He snapped on the handcuffs and tightened them.

"You're under arrest for violating our State Traffic Code Three Twenty One dot Three Seventy Two, Section Five, Sub Section B; passing a school bus; plus I'm also charging you for resisting arrest," he drawled matter-of-factly.

Emma had leaped out of the car. "Resisting arrest, you've got to be kidding me and just what the hell is Traffic Code Three Twenty One all about?"

Harlan looked over at Emma, a tired expression on his face.

"Ma'am, your husband ..." He raised his eyebrows quizzically, she nodded her confirmation, "... your husband is under arrest for violating our traffic codes and if I say he resisted arrest, who are you to question it? I AM a duly elected and appointed officer of the law after all."

Ignoring her spluttering protests he manhandled Tom over to the police cruiser and pushed him into the back seat. He turned to face Emma.

Fuck me, he thought as he saw Emma properly for the first time. He'd not realized that she was that good looking.

He gathered himself. "Ma'am, you're more than welcome to come down to the police station. Just follow me." He clambered into his vehicle and shot off down the street.

Emma stared after him, dumbfounded. Gathering herself she ran round to the open door on the driver's side of the car and jumping in, quickly raced after him.

* * *

Morning dawned and with it the terrible realization that no matter how implausible it all seemed, Tom was in deep trouble. After being allowed a short visit with Tom in jail, Emma had managed to get a room at a seedy motel on the edge of town and had suffered a fairly sleepless night, tossing and turning, alternatively either too hot or too cold.

After showering she dressed in jeans and a thin sweater. She slipped on her high heels. She never gave what she wore much thought apart from she always wanted to look nice. Today to any casual observer she looked hot. Moulded to her ass and legs, her jeans were skin tight as was her thin sweater, which hugged and therefore showcased her large breasts to perfection.

She unlocked her motel room door and stepped outside. The air smelled fresh and the sky was blue. The sun was shining brightly. It was a beautiful day. And then she stopped dead in her tracks.

A police cruiser was parked about fifty feet from her room and lounging casually up against the hood was Sheriff Harlan Stone.

Startled at first she quickly composed herself and began to walk across the motel car park. Harlan eased himself upright and watched as she came towards him.

"Oh shit," she murmured to herself. She was irritated to see the Sheriff there. She began to walk quickly, which unfortunately due to her high heels caused her to strut. The effect was unfortunate. Shock waves shot up her body causing her breasts to undulate so that as she walked they jiggled up and down very quickly under her tight sweater. Her bra did nothing to help either. It was more sexy lingerie than a utility breast suppressor! It was obvious that they would be noticed by anyone willing to look. It was quite a sight and certainly Harlan was enjoying it.

"Morning Ms Lynn," Harlan called out to her.

She saw him smile and that irritated her. "That's Mrs Lynn," Emma replied testily.

"Whatever darlin," Harlan answered nonchalantly. He eased himself away from the hood of his car.

"Where you going?" he asked as she strode determinedly past him.

Emma stopped and turned. "I'm going to get some breakfast, or is that ALSO an offence here in Deerfield County, Sheriff?" she snapped in reply before turning quickly on her heels she strode off.

"Hold up there missy," Harlan said, mildly irritated by her tone, "why don't I come with you. We need to talk a bit anyhow."

"Suit yourself. If you must," Emma replied curtly, barely bothering to turn to address him. She stalked off, her hips swaying and her ass twitching with every step she took. Harlan wandered after her, appreciating the shape and size of her perfect butt as he did so.

They entered the diner together and Harlan grabbed a booth towards the back. It was a slow day with only two other customers inside.

The waitress was already pulling out her notepad and pencil as she approached their table. "Morning Sheriff, what'll you have?" she asked abruptly.

Harlan looked at Emma waiting for her to order first.

"Orange juice, French toast and coffee please," she said.

"My usual Marcie," Harlan added.

"Okay Sheriff." The waitress scurried off to return seconds later with their coffee.

As Marcie poured their drinks Harlan sat looking at Emma, scrutinizing her face. And he liked what he saw. She was fucking gorgeous. He looked at her mouth. She was chewing nervously on her bottom lip. What he wouldn't give to kiss those luscious lips. Even better, what he wouldn't give to have those pouty lips wrapped around his cock. He smiled at the thought.

Emma saw him smile. "So what do you want to talk about then Sheriff? I'm certain you didn't come here just to keep me company, now did you?"

"I might have," he drawled, "I think you'd be worth keeping company with for a while and I bet you'd keep a man satisfied, IF you catch my drift." He smiled lazily as he watched to see her reaction.

He might have been talking 'Hucksville' speak but Emma definitely caught his drift. She felt a hot flush creep up into her neck. She hoped Harlan hadn't seen it. She decided to keep silent and they sat like that until the waitress brought them their food.

They ate in silence and were still silent when the waitress came to refill their coffee. Finally Harlan spoke.

"Now missy, you know your husband's in a whole heap of trouble. Judge Jeffrey is a stickler for the law, especially when it comes to traffic violations. They are 'numero uno' on the list of things he hates." He paused briefly before continuing. "However, I'm not without some influence in this county. Twenty three years as Sheriff proves that and I'm sure there could be a way to get your husband off the hook."

Emma looked up, her gorgeous features full of hope.

"However there IS always a price to be paid. So my question to you is this ... are you the sort of person willing to pay that price Mrs Lynn?"

Emma paused before speaking. "We've not got a lot of money but I'm sure we could lay our hands on enough, if you can give me some kind of ballpark figure?" She looked at Harlan expectantly. Unfortunately for her, Emma had misread the situation completely.

Harlan smiled. "Darlin' ... I'm not talking about money," he said softly.

"Then what?" Emma replied, a frown creasing her forehead.

Harlan slid out of his seat. "You think about it Ms Lynn, you look like you're a smart girl and when you've figured it out, you come and see me at the station. I'll be there around 6 o'clock tonight.

"Oh ... and by the way, visiting times at the jail are between two and four." He turned, jamming his hat firmly on his head. "Marcie, put the bill on my tab," he yelled to the waitress as he strolled out the diner.

* * *

It was just six o'clock as Emma entered the Sheriff's Department office. She realized that there was no-one behind the reception desk. It had been a lot busier when she'd left two hours ago after visiting with her husband. It was a visit that had not gone well. Tom was still seething with the injustice of it all, his anger still all too apparent. And when she'd told him to calm down he'd turned angrily on her too.

"Hello," she tentatively called out, "Is there anyone there?"

"In here sweetheart," came the disembodied voice from the inner office. She walked across the linoleum floor and entered to find Harlan sitting on the edge of his desk.

She stood in the doorway, hesitating, trying to make up her mind as to whether she should stay or go. She'd had two hours to compose herself after realizing what Sheriff Stone wanted from her. Two hours in which she'd made her decision as to what to do and how far she would go.

Harlan cast his eyes over her. She was still wearing the same clothes as this morning. He could feel his cock pulsing as he took in the sight of her long legs clad in the skin tight jeans that were moulded to her ass. She still had on those high heels shoes which only served to make her ass stick out even more. And her thin, skin tight sweater clung to and emphasized the size and shape of her perfect breasts.

His cock pulsed again as it began to tent his pants. She looked so shy and incredibly nervous. He smiled inwardly. He liked that she looked so vulnerable, so naive, so young. His stomach suddenly clenched. Shit ... just how old was she?

"So, missy, what brings you here," he said casually, not really asking a question.

Emma swallowed before speaking. "After our talk this morning, I ... I've been thinking about what you said. I ... I think ... I ... we ... need your help. I can't let Tom stay in prison over a traffic violation. It's not right. Is there anything you can do to help us ... please?" She had rehearsed this speech over a dozen times in her head but now it didn't seem to come out the way she wanted it to.